Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"You like what you see, Jake?" Gani asked, playing his fingers around her slick pussy.


"Beautiful," Jake managed to croak.


"Come closer. Would you like to touch?" Neha looked uncertainly at Gani, opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again.


Jake hurried forwards. He reached out his hands and watched in astonishment as his own palms cupped Neha Knight's soft, round breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolled them. Neha gasped.


Gani was enjoying himself and his dick remained erect.


"You can kiss her if you like."






Jake looked at Gani and then back at Neha, who said nothing. He knelt at the side of the bed and moved his hands to her flaming face. Then he kissed her, at first tentative and then aggressive, forcing his tongue between her teeth. For a moment Neha was tense but suddenly she relaxed into it, and he felt her hands on his shoulders.


Gani was speaking again. "She has the tightest pussy. Try it."


Jake sucked on Neha's bottom lip before pulling back. Gani pushed her onto her back, spreading her thighs. Jake looked in wonder at her parted folds. This is, like, the best dream ever, he thought. He licked his lips and lowered his face between her legs, probing her cunt with a hungry tongue. Neha shivered helplessly. He sought her clit, tonguing it vigorously and then catching it between his teeth and gently pulling. Neha's back arched and as it did, Jake thrust his middle finger into her tight hole. Neha convulsed and cried out.


"Nice work," said Gani. "You made her cum."





Jake, still not quite able to believe what had happened, kissed her wetly again and swiped at his wet chin with the back of his hand. Gani pressed a banknote into his hand as he left the room. "For your trouble," he said, catching the door again to ensure it didn't latch.


"What the hell was that?" Neha demanded.


"The drink you ordered," he said.


She glared.


"OK, OK. I couldn't resist. It was the way he looked at you - like you were the embodiment of his ultimate fantasy. And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."


She bristled but said nothing, and when he poured her a glass of white wine she took it from him and drank deeply.


When he lifted her into his lap, facing away from him so her arse was pressing into his belly and entered her again, she made no objection.





Neha's hair and tits were flying as she bounced energetically on Gani's meat when the door opened again and Robert, dressed in a hotel bathrobe, came in. Neither Neha nor Gani paused in their fucking and he sat in an easy chair to watch the show. Pleased that he had decided to join in, Neha smiled into his eyes and he let the bathrobe fall open to reveal his rock hard cock and began to stroke. Neha did like an audience. When Gani slid his hands up from her waist to squeeze her breasts it was all too much for her and she cried out as yet another powerful orgasm coursed through her supple body. Gani stood up, lifting her with him, and eased his erection from her sopping snatch.


"Help our guest out with that," he ordered and Neha obediently knelt at Robert's feet and set to work on his prick with hands and mouth.


"I'm glad you could join us," Gani said, sitting in the other easy chair. "Where's your wife?"


"Sleeping," replied Robert. "She's a poor sleeper usually but she's taken a couple of sleeping tablets and zonked right out. She'll never realise I'm not there."


"Excellent. I'm Gani and this hot slut is Neha. Say hello to Robert, Neha."


"Hi Robert," she said, indistinctly, her mouth full.


"So, Robert," Gani went on. "What would you like to do with her?"


"Fuck her in the arse," Robert replied immediately.


"I like a man who knows his own mind," Gani said, impressed.


He pulled Neha to her feet and led her to the bed. He lay back and she swung a leg over him until she was straddling him. His cock slapped against her flat belly and she rose up and used her hands to guide him inside her. As she had before, she took her time in sinking down to engulf him and then wriggled once he was deep inside. Then she looked back at Robert over her shoulder, lips parted, panting.


"Come on," Gani urged and Robert stood and dropped his robe.



Neha was rocking gently on Gani's dick as she said, "There's lube in my bag, Robert." He spotted the black clutch on the nightstand and reached inside for the bottle. She beckoned him over and coated her hands with the viscous liquid, then ran her hands all over his hard cock until it was slippery and ready. She leaned forward from the waist, pressing her mouth to Gani's, dried her hands on the bottom sheet and reached back to spread her buttocks.


Her pink puckered hole was open to him. Robert moved between her legs and Gani's and squeezed a stream of lube between her cheeks. He stroked her crack, distributing it, and then circled her anus with his forefinger before working it inside to open her up. Neha moaned into Gani's mouth as Robert's cockhead nudged her arsehole and pushed. She pushed back and he felt her stretch around him. She whimpered and he grasped her hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh, to hold her still as he thrust harder. Suddenly his cock popped inside and she gave a muffled scream. He stayed still for a moment, his balls crushed between their bodies, while she breathed hard and then began slowly to move.